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The whole arm, it broke.

All right, guys. Actually I'd like to make a toast.

So, to Callie Sullivan.

Eight pounds, seven ounces.

The most beautiful girl on God's green earth.

Cheers. - Ay, cheers.

- Callie. - Callie.

Almost took me head off.

Right. Mate, I'm gonna call my wife.

So, good to see you.

- Yeah, mate. - Thanks for coming.

- Good to see you again. - And you, man.

Hey, call me tomorrow. - Will do.

Take care.

Hey, baby. It's me.

Yeah, I've had a couple.

No, I promise I won't.

I'll sneak in. Quiet as a mouse.

I just want to and look at her while she's sleeping.

My little girl.

See if she's making that funny little face.

Now, bruv. Now!

Welcome to the jihad, soldier boy.

Drive.

Help me get away from him. You have to.

It's just what they do to you when they catch you.

It's what they do.

I'm scared, Adam. I'm so scared.

Remember when we first met?

I had poise and gravitas.

They're coming for me. I can hear them getting ready.

You owe this to me.

Now, play dead.

Just play dead.

Stop.

- You can't hurt her now. - Stop.

- Get back. Get back. - Clear.

Get back!

I swear to God I will spill his brains. Get back.

Jo.

That's enough.

That's enough.

That's enough.

Things are bad with the Russians.

At least they're not teetotal,

like many of our opponents.

Why have they agreed to this spy swap?

Maybe they have a pressing need for their man, Boklov.

In this case, the return package is so much of a prize,

we don't need to worry over much.

I assume you trust the new man in London.

In so far as-

Let's just see if Kachimov keeps his word on the exchange.

It's a sign of his status that he's able to authorize it.

I assume you got a player in Moscow

going through his back pages.

An officer called Rangefinder.

Any good?

Above competent, I'd say.

Jo.

Go to her.

- The exchange. - It's fine.

You're the only person she really trusts.

Jo.

I still see Boscard.

I hear him.

You'll never see or hear from Boscard again,

Jo, nobody will.

I feel like nothing matters.

I don't matter.

Patience hasn't been one of your strong points.

And all this traumatized running

is starting to really annoy me.

No, that's good. That's good.

The day you get soppy, this country'll be in grave danger.

With their families, after a six-month tour

of duty in Afghanistan.

The reunion was particularly emotional for one soldier.

Yeah, yeah. And it's good to be back home for a bit.

See the family.

This is actually my second tour, so.

Yeah. Yeah, I man, great timing too.

I'm about to become a dad.

No.

No!

Get off me.

What are you doing? - Shh.

If this isn't him, Edward,

this'll be the shortest walk you ever took.

Hello, Harry.

Welcome home, Lucas.

How are you feeling? - Fine. Good.

Cold.

Welcome to London, Arkady.

Of course, you'll be working hard to replace

the spy we're sending home.

Isn't that the dance?

You'll look after Lucas now he's home.

He's weak, he's tired.

You tell him eat broccoli.

I think he's suffered enough, don't you?

You know when sent Lucas to Moscow

he paid an appalling price.

You might wish to ensure such a thing

does not happen again in the near future.

Is this a message, Arkady, or merely a homily?

I am making conversation, like an Englishman.

How did they treat you?

Sometimes well, sometimes not.

They told me I could come home, if I spied for them.

What did you say?

I said yes.

Do you think we could stop for some fish and chips?

I've got a craving.

Adam Carter, Lucas North.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

Chip?

Cheers.

Lucas North, I presume. Welcome back.

- Thank you. - Connie. Connie James.

Connie James. Stuff of legend.

Stuff of nightmares, possibly.

Malcolm.

- Good to see you. - Adam.

- How's your mum? - Oh, she's very well.

Very well. You look, eh...

You look, uh...

Is there anything I can get for you? Hot soup?

Malcolm, I had chips, thanks, but, uh,

tell you what, though, I haven't had a decent cup

of tea in eight years.

What?

Is it really eight years?

Oh, it flew by.

These Russian prisons, they're like holiday camps.

They've got mattresses and everything.

Lucas, I know you're exhausted,

but would you mind waiting a moment

before we begin the initial debriefing?

Of course.

- How is he? - Who can tell?

Damaged.

- Broken? - I don't know.

You did everything you could. You got him back.

How about our friends from the KGB?

FSB.

Still maintaining that a resurgent Russia

is no threat to us.

That the Kremlin's intentions towards the West

are both honourable and peaceful.

Still denying the slide into another Cold War.

After the handover,

I had a nice little getting-to-know-you chat

with their new man in Arkady Kachimov.

He dropped a few hints.

What kind of hints?

Sniffing after possible MI-5 assets in Moscow.

I'm concerned he knows Rangefinder's after him.

He was fishing.

Possibly, possibly it was a genuine warning.

If Kachimov knows about your agent,

it makes Russia a dangerous place to be.

You need to consider Rangefinder blown, Harry.

It's time to pull him out of Moscow.

I think you may be right.

Ben. Get Harry.

Sorry, but, uh, I think we might be in for a long night.

Connie. Contact Rangefinder.

Burn the Moscow operation.

What's your status, Rangefinder?

Active.

I'm about to acquire some FSB documents

which ascertain high-level Russian asset

being sent into play in London.

I have the asset's code-name, Tranquility.

The dossier will give me the rest,

including Tranquility's identity.

Rangefinder, things are getting tetchy with the Russians.

Consider your operation burned.

I've been here six months.

I'm five minutes away from my biggest hit,

so I make this rendezvous.

Negative, Rangefinder. Pull out.

I'll go in quick, and be out quicker.

Hold your nerve, Control, and let me do my job.

Remembrance Sunday must be canceled.

It is an affront to all the Muslim brother and sisters

murdered by infidel forces in Iraq and Afghanistan.

If the media fails to run this story,

and Remembrance Sunday is not canceled,

then the head of this infidel

will be sent to his wife and child.

Who is he?

Private Andrew Sullivan.

Andy. Second Battalion, Royal York Regiment.

Home on leave from Afghanistan.

- This is in London? - This is in London.

My great-grandfather was 16

when he signed up to fight for his country.

Just a boy from Brentford. A nobody really.

Just a kid lying about his age.

He was given a medal which was passed down to me

for serving from 1914 to 1915.

There's not many of those around, for obvious reasons.

A shell took half his back away at Ypres.

At least he made it home.

Since then, plenty more have been killed or maimed.

Including friends and loved ones

we can't even publicly acknowledge.

So, no fanatic with a sword is gonna stop us

from honouring our dead.

And we're going to bring Andy Sullivan home.

If we're doing face and voice recognition

of every Al Qaeda suspect,

I think I'll need to monopolise the system.

Do it.

- Control? - Rangefinder.

What do you have?

My contact appears to be indisposed.

How long?

- A couple of minutes. - You need

to get out of there.

They'll be coming for you. - I know.

But if that intelligence was worth killing for,

it's worth knowing.

You're blown, Rangefinder.

If you don't get out of Russia right now,

right now, you never will.

Do you copy?

Do you copy, Rangefinder?

Rangefinder?

Rangefinder, do you copy?

Rangefinder? Please respond, Rangefinder.

Are you there? - Copy that, Control.

Put the kettle on. I'm coming in.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Malcom, if we don't ID the kidnappers soon,

there's an excellent chance

I'll spent the rest of my life in the Tower of London.

I see things are a bit stretched.

Yeah, we like to keep busy.

Can I help?

The operating system's have moved on a bit

but I can still push a mouse around, read a screen.

- Lucas. - Been in a Russian prison,

Adam, that's like spending eight years

in a physical training camp.

Or at Eton.

I'm as mentally fit and psychically fit as I ever was.

Fitter. - Look, it's been

a really long day and from what I hear

you've spent most of it in the boot of a car.

All right, look.

The soldier. Sullivan.

He's out there somewhere terrified

that his country's forgotten him,

that he's never gonna see his home again,

and I know how he feels, all right?

I know what it's like for him so let me help.

How long have you been in those clothes?

Since they were in fashion.

Get yourself cleaned up. I'll speak to Harry.

He was an excellent field officer. But that was then.

Things are different now.

Look, the truth is, he needs to prove himself.

To MI-5, to himself, but I think most of all, to you.

So why not let him do that?

Because I'm responsible for his physical

and mental well-being.

You can't just bring him in

and then leave him out in the cold.

He's given everything to this job.

"Dum spiro spero"?

"While I live, I hope."

Tattooing's a part of the culture in there.

You don't do it, you don't belong,

you don't belong, you're dead.

They all mean something.

There's a specific iconography.

Fascinating, really.

So, how did Tom Quinn work out?

He took early retirement

How did you get me back, Harry?

We caught one of their top men

accessing confidential files

from the British Power Consortium.

This is ahead of a substantial oil supply deal

between the UK and Russia.

Very embarrassing for them.

I used their embarrassment as collateral.

You horse-traded.

You need rest.

Welcome home to a safe house

with a stained mattress and nylon sheets.

You're malnourished, running on adrenalin,

close to exhaustion. - So, where do I go?

Want me to go watch pay-per-view in an Holiday Inn

and catch up on eight years of "Coronation Street"?

Where do I go, Harry?

What am I supposed to do when I get there?

Just tell me, and I'll go and I'll do it.

I'm giving you clearance till midnight on Sunday.

After that, you rest, then we'll talk some more.

Properly.

Have you seen her?

She's well. And happy.

Meaning?

It's good to see you, Lucas.

You were missed.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

Adam, we found a match.

Sorry, I'll call you back. Got him?

We've matched the executioner's voice print

to a known Al Qaeda member.

Aaqib Faris.

Christ. How old is he?

19? 20?

Welcome to the future.

I'm afraid it's turned out

to be something of a disappointment.

Do you have his current position?

No.

Well, you never know. Known associates?

Munzir Hatem. Suspected Al Qaeda commander.

He'll be the cell leader.

Hatem's an upstanding member of the middle class.

Owns his home, votes conservative.

You're kidding. Drives a Focus.

The man's a chiropodist.

He leads an absolutely ordinary life.

His wife and children have no idea

of his involvement with the jihad.

An unknown soldier.

So bring him in, shake him down.

The moment we do that,

they'll know they've been compromised.

This man will have intelligence

that will lead us directly to Andy Sullivan.

We need to get our hands on his phone.

Where does he live?

Consistent with the nature of his cover,

he lives with only heavy domestic security.

You'll need a coat.

It's cold out.

- Harry. - Don't you ever sleep?

Why are we here?

Your government is stepping in to oppose the oil deal

between the British Power Consortium and Christus Oil.

British Power stays in British hands.

Somewhere within that sentence

lies the essence of my job description.

You refuse to trust our intentions.

It's not that I refuse, Arkady.

I just find myself incapable. I'm sorry.

It's hard for me to be jubilant about the idea

that the Kremlin controls oil supplies

to Britain and her allies.

Is that rude of me?

Well, no. I find such honesty bracing in a spy.

So,

I offer you this absolutely free of charge.

No obligation attached to the back of it.

I'm listening.

We have become aware of increased communication

traffic between the mujahidin in Chechnya

and persons of interest in Great Britain.

Our Islamic terrorists

are speaking to your Islamic terrorists.

About what?

Who knows?

Main British contact, this man.

Munzir Hatem.

You know him?

We have several thousand

persons of interest on our files, Arkady.

But I thank you for the alert.

You know, I might like to access your files on this one.

Perhaps, if you find yourself of a mind...

The oil deal between our two countries, you might wish to

butter the wheels a little.

- How long will it take? - We'll be as fast as we can.

Get some air. You've done what you can for the moment.

What's the point of that? I'm dead anyway.

The point is you're thirsty.

Drink.

Mm?

Flight AM2732 from Moscow has now landed.

Passengers will be disembarking shortly.

Could you drive into London,

and select the most difficult routes you can think of?

Blind turnings, one-way streets. Do that until I say stop.

Or the money runs out.

- Your money, love. - Actually,

it's the taxpayers'.

Welcome home, Rangefinder. Keep it brief.

I thought I'd shaken them in Moscow,

but I've picked up another tail at Heathrow.

They're awfully tenacious, bless them.

I think they wanna give me a polonium suppository.

Rangefinder, the Russians are being cooperative

with the live operation.

What do they want?

Who knows? We need them on side temporarily.

For the moment, that means keeping you deniable.

In other words, stay away from Thames House

while we make nice with the Russians.

- Precisely. - Charming.

I'm sending over intelligence I got from my Russian source.

I'm afraid it's heavily encrypted.

It's appreciated.

Adam know I'm back?

Adam's not even aware you're working for us.

I'm afraid he's having rather a hectic day.

Plus ca change.

- Be careful, Rangefinder. - But stay out of the way.

If you'd be so kind.

On the SIM card that Adam and Lucas copied

there were several dozen phone numbers.

Uh, given Al Qaeda's fondness for superfluity

we can assume that most of them are irrelevant,

but one of them corresponds to a mobile

purchased recently in North London.

Naturally, the phones are owned by proxies.

Younger brothers and sisters mostly.

We've identified this young man

as a friend of Kadar Mahmoud,

the sole person of interest on the SIM card.

Mahmoud is a known Al Qaeda asset, designated Firefly.

And Firefly's the go-between.

He job is to liaise between the cell leader

and Andy Sullivan's executioner.

Where is he now?

A few minutes ago we intercepted

a text sent from the cell leader to Firefly.

Three words: Host and guest.

It's the go signal.

It'll be obvious that we're not gonna

give into their demands and cancel Remembrance Sunday.

Firefly's standing orders will be to wait

until an agreed time, 9:00 am, 9:30 maybe.

If he receives no further orders by that time,

he'll phone through the order to execute.

Well, let's follow his phone signal,

pick him up, and make sure the kill order's never sent.

The executioner will have his standing orders too.

If he receives no further contact from Firefly,

he'll proceed immediately with the execution.

The death of Andy Sullivan

is this cell's default setting.

If we make the wrong move,

all we'll achieve is to bring that forward.

- It's a catch-22. - He'll make a cleaning run.

Check his security's route to check off any surveillance.

We can use that operation of caution against them.

We follow Firefly, see who he meets, who he calls.

And if we intercept that kill order,

we'll get to Andy Sullivan in time.

He's out there somewhere, a soldier about to die,

and we can save him.

Let's get out there.

Firefly's left his house, Alpha One.

All units, Firefly's on the move.

Be alert.

He's a slippery fish.

He switched back on me.

He's heading underground.

I'll lose contact in less than 30 seconds.

Alpha Two, he's yours.

I've lost him. - Don't worry. I'm on it.

He's out of contact.

The comms won't work underground.

This station is Archway.

This train terminates at Morden, via Bank.

Please stand clear of the closing doors.

Harry, can you read me? I had to take a gamble.

I don't know if he's behind me or not.

Firefly is our only link to the executioner, Alpha Two.

Control, I have Firefly.

Firefly's making a call

from the phone box at the top of Duke Street Hill.

It's Duke Street Hill.

Got that, Alpha Two. Alpha One, I'm patching you in.

Make him record the statement.

Adam, we got them.

East London, two miles from your current location.

- You mean, do it now? - I mean, kill him. Now.

The special Forces are already en route.

The house will be booby-trapped. Everyone inside will die.

And God knows how many special forces

close knit along within them.

The same applies to you, Adam.

Yeah, well, let's give it a go, though, eh?

See how it crinkles out.

They didn't think you were worth it.

They send you out there

to murder my brothers.

Then stick a bit of tin to your chest

to thank you for doing it.

But when it comes down to it,

you're nothing to them.

We don't know how many are in there.

Two at least. Doors and windows'll be booby-trapped.

Lend me your phone.

We know they've been in communication

with Chechens, right? - Yeah.

So, do you think they speak Russian?

He's an electrician from Walton so I doubt it.

I bet he recognises the sound of it though.

I'll take the back.

This is how we bring death to the infidels,

and all the enemies of Islam.

We should just

get on with it.

We should just do it, man. Just do him.

Go on, do it now.

I should see.

What?

Which brother is this? Identify.

- You know who this is. - Who is it?

Speak English.

You gotta speak English, bruv. English.

Get out of the house.

Take the infidel and get out. - What's happening?

I don't think we should...

Don't think. Don't think, just do.

- What's going on? - We're leaving.

Leave the gun. Leave it.

Leave it all behind.

Stand up!

Come on.

Oh, thank God.

So, who exactly are you guys?

- Security services. - Spooks.

Yeah. Spooks.

Well, you took your bloody time.

Sorry about that. But we got here.

Listen, CO19'll be here in a minute.

They'll take you to your wife and daughter.

Connie.

We've decrypted the intelligence

Ros brought back from Moscow.

The Chechen assassin called Tranquility,

affiliated to Munzir Hatem,

is launching an attack on London.

- When? - Today, 11:00 am.

Kachimov.

We have become aware of increased communication

traffic between the mujahidin and Chechnya

and persons of interest in Great Britain.

Our Islamic terrorists

are speaking to your Islamic terrorists.

You know him?

He was playing me. He wasn't offering me intelligence.

He was watching me. To see how I'd react.

To see how much I knew.

He knew this attack was coming

and he did nothing to stop it.

- Harry. - Adam.

Andy Sullivan is just a sideshow.

Al Qaeda is planning a spectacular at a remembrance service.

A Chechen assassin codenamed Tranquility

is launching an operation at the St Augustus War Memorial,

today, 11:00 am.

They're going to kill parents, the spouses,

and the children of British soldiers

who died serving in Iraq and Afghanistan.

We'll be there in 10 minutes. Send through the details.

- Is it bad? - When is it not?

Connie, I'm getting so bored leading these Russians

around by the nose, I'm half-tempted to get out

and kill them just to get it over with.

Have you got an update for me?

Ros, your intelligence led us directly

to a terrorist attack on London.

- When? - Less than half an hour.

Have you got a team there at the attack site?

They're en route.

Is it Adam?

Connie, is it Adam? - Yes.

Right. Well, I need to be there.

Send me the details. - Ros.

I said I need to be there.

Can you pull over round this corner?

Take it away.

And we honour those who love them, in death, as in life.

We feel their loss.

Car keys.

Now.

pocket.

Follow me again, I'll get really annoyed.

That's her. That's Tranquility.

You take her down, I'll check out the car.

A poem composed over a century ago,

but which speaks to us still

so that we can enjoy our today.

"In Flanders fields the poppies blow

between the crosses, row on row.

We are the dead, short days ago.

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow.

Loved and were loved,

and now we lie In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

to you from failing hands we throw.

The torch be yours to hold it high."

- Adam. - Harry, it's the car.

It's, it's just one colossal bomb.

Can you disarm it? It's less than two minutes to 11:00.

It's a digital detonator.

There must be a code to disarm it,

but it's, it's way too elaborate.

If this goes off, it'll kill everyone in the range of...

Oh, my God. There's no way I can evacuate the area.

Not in time.

It'll be a massacre.

"Though poppies grow in Flanders fields."

Malcolm, get me Lucas.

Lucas, Tranquility may have a disarm code. Get it.

Adam.

Ros.

Tranquility's that way.

Maclom, I need to get this thing away

from any population centre.

I need a location.

Adam, there's an open square less than a mile southeast.

I'm sending through directions.

You've got less than a minute,

if Lucas doesn't get that code.

Yes.

Give me the code!

No!

That's less than 30 seconds, Adam. Less than 30 seconds.

Adam, you're not going to make it. Ditch the car.

If I do that then people die.

Ditch the car.

- No. - Adam!

No, he'll make. It's not far.

Is that her? Is that Tranquility?

Too late.

I hope not.

Come on.

Adam, you're almost there.

He's there.

Malcolm.

Malcolm, did he make it?

Adam Carter is dead.

Early reports suggest that the explosion

of a car in Central London this morning

was the work of terrorists.

However, if it was a deliberate attack,

it seems to have failed.

The sole casualty was the driver of the vehicle,

believed to be the bomber.

Government and palace sources

are keen to stress that today's Remembrance services,

such an important part of our national calendar,

have been entirely unaffected by the incident.

You OK?

No.

The team are gathered outside.

I know.

Wes is playing rugby today.

Expecting his dad to be there.

Somebody bears a terrible responsibility for this.

Somebody?

Arkady Kachimov was behind the attack.

Then I think Mr. Kachimov

should be made to feel some of our pain.

There's no way of dressing this up, Ros.

I don't care how long it takes

or at what temperature it's served,

we will have revenge.

I'm coming back to work.

I wish it weren't under these circumstances.

Maybe it had to be.

It's the only way I have to pay my respects.

It's a good way.

No. No, in some ways, this is a preferable outcome.

They will be unbalanced by shock.

Well, I think maybe we should pull things forward a little.

Is it en route?

Good.